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Monday, September 5, 2011

Conscious Act Unconscious Donor

When it’s ten to two, a woman walks down
deserted lane. In a dark corner, a man emerges from the shadows and grabs her
hand. She doesn’t scream, nor is she afraid. It’s hard to say from here who’s
gripping whose hand.

Behind
them, two pairs of feet, one from each side, pace and close in on them. So many
pairs of hands handle the man. Woman shoves in her jacket what looks like
a Taser, and tags along. Little away stands a medic van. On it, it reads

Woman talks first: A good man needs a new heart.
Man says: No way. We take what we need and take away what he doesn’t need. Nothing
more nothing less. He wanted to get off on you. You got him, we got him. He gets
out and consequently limps. That will bleeding be all